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Chapter 9: The Compliance

Author: Evve
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-01-23 21:06:17

POV: Neoma

The red dot on Kaine’s chest was steady.

It didn't waver. It didn't tremble. It sat perfectly over his heart. A tiny, glowing eye promising the end of my world.

On the screen, Kaine looked around the rusty cage. Wiping blood from his lip. He looked so small. Fragile. Meat and bone waiting to be perforated. He didn't know death was three hundred yards away, holding its breath.

"Three," Nergal counted softly.

The sniper’s finger would be tightening on the trigger. Taking up the slack.

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